Having expected the private room to be filled with the unpleasant smells of smoke and alcohol, Song Qingyou covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief she had prepared beforehand, took a deep breath, and then pushed open the door.
The dinner party turned out to be quite different from what she had imagined.
Yan Shaoqin and one of the bigwigs sat in the main seats, while the others chatted and laughed, but no one smoked or drank.
The air doesn't smell bad at all.
Yan Shaoqin saw her come in and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Song Qingyou, the behind-the-scenes boss of our Shiyu Venture Capital."
Everyone's in the same circle. Who hasn't heard of the Yan and Song families? Today, Yan Shaoqin has swallowed his pride to set up this scheme, all to attract investment for Shi Yu. They all know this perfectly well.
Even the reclusive, sickly beauty has come; it seems Shi Yu is showing his sincerity today.
One of them stood up and said with a smile, "Miss Song, seeing is believing. You are truly a beauty among beauties."
His praise wasn't frivolous, and Song Qingyou wasn't offended: "Thank you, Mr. Li, I've heard so much about you."
Halfway through the meal, after the cooperation talks were over, Song Qingyou learned that Yan Shaoqin had arranged a non-smoking private room in advance.
Song Qingyou looked at Yan Shaoqin and gave him a grateful look.
Yan Shaoqin raised an eyebrow: "No need to thank me. I was just worried that the smell of smoke might make you cough up something bad. I just want to make money, not cause any deaths."
Song Qingyou still thanked her in a low voice.
After the dinner, Song Qingyou and Yan Shaoqin escorted the guests to the restaurant entrance, where the group exchanged polite and practiced final greetings.
A gust of wind blew by, and strands of hair brushed against the tip of her nose. Song Qingyou coughed softly. At first, she was just suppressing her cough, but as time went on, she could no longer suppress the surging itch in her throat. One cough after another, endlessly, she barely had time to calm down.
Yan Shaoqin frowned and asked, "Should I take you to the hospital?"
Others also cast concerned glances, but it's unclear how much of that concern was genuine.
No one stepped forward to help her up, and Song Qingyou coughed up tears.
Yan Shaoqin stepped forward, wanting to help the person up.
Before my hand could even touch it, someone else beat me to it.
Fu Wenzhou quickly pushed aside everyone blocking his way and walked step by step to Song Qingyou. He then pulled her into his arms and gently patted her frail back with his large, warm palms.
Song Qingyou nestled in his arms, her body mostly supported by him, her pale fingertips tightly gripping his clothes, her tears soaking his lapel.
Fu Wenzhou used one hand to pat her back to help her catch her breath and the other hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Song Qingyou was pale, coughing so hard she felt dizzy, and had no strength left.
Why are you always so disobedient?
His voice was low and somewhat hoarse, like a puppy that had been caught in the rain.
"You only know how to bully me."
Song Qingyou was startled. Her cough gradually subsided, and her throbbing head finally got some relief.
She was still clutching his clothes with her fingers: "Let's go."
Fu Wenzhou obediently carried the person away.
The group of people behind him were already stunned.
Someone couldn't help but ask Yan Shaoqin, "How did Song Qingyou end up with her ex-husband's nephew? What a mess they are..."
His words were interrupted by Yan Shaoqin.
Yan Shaoqin raised his cold eyebrows: "My ex-husband's nephew, not her biological nephew. I didn't expect President Li to be so old-fashioned. Even my grandfather wasn't as narrow-minded as you."
Mr. Li, who was rebuked: "..."
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